Rainstorm
June 7, 2010
Africa, Africa, open your mouth,
Heavens smile your praises down.
The majestic offering has been made,
The sweat and blood have been shed.
The spirits have come with grace in their eyes,
Satisfied with the sacrifices made.
The blessing begins to pour forth,
Violently beautiful; powerful and rich.
The blood of the land begins to flow,
Over the brittle bones of life.
Celestial kings demand their due,
Pounding their staffs with deafening blows.
Trees wave their starving arms,
Dancing for the gift from the heavens.
The sky is on fire, flashing its power,
Children of the land cry in fear.
Men and women dance as the trees,
Thankful for the life that is bestowed upon them.
The fields drink the nectar with a deathly thirst,
Months of wanting have left them hungry.
The animals sigh their relief,
As they too receive this breath of life.
Now all is still; cool and right,
The design of life fulfilled once more.
JR
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